Zhao Xiayang was horrified. He abandoned Fox Three and rushed toward the formation core.
Unexpectedly, Fox Three took the full brunt of his heavy strike yet stubbornly stayed on his feet. He locked Zhao Xiayang by the throat, pinning him in place.
Boom!!
Zhao Xiayang erupted with force. Risking mutual destruction, he borrowed the blast that sent Fox Three surging backward and accelerated toward the formation core.
That brief pause gave Lu Bei a chance to catch his breath.
After breaking through the invisible barrier, the muscles in his arms were numb and sore, his tiger mouths had split open, and all ten fingers had lost sensation. One kick after another, he knocked away the four fist-sized Spirit Crystals.
The Dragon Trap Formation did not stop. The four Spirit Crystals had only been used to activate the formation. Once activated, the Dragon Trap Formation could sustain its own energy cycle, making the presence or absence of Spirit Crystals irrelevant.
Zhao Xiayang roared his way over, his features twisted into something terrifying. With all ten fingers spread wide, he clawed at Lu Bei's back, sharp wind shrieking in his wake.
From the look of it, he intended to tear out Lu Bei's spine and head together.
The sound waves left Lu Bei dizzy and seeing stars. His blood was still running hot, a surge of anger lodged in his chest. Once his ruthlessness took over, he had no idea where the life creed of putting survival first had been thrown.
Without turning his head, he raised his rigid arm high and plunged the broken blade into the formation core.
"Break!"
Big Cousin's chainmail had never let Lu Bei down. He bet that his health bar was tough enough, and he bet that this blade could blow apart the Dragon Trap Formation.